Monday, January 24, 2022
Emma Boone thought her dream job as the new Chief of Security on Lumina Station was going to be easy.
She didn’t expect corruption, incompetence, and murder.
Lumina was a “Small-Town” space station orbiting above an isolated, quiet, agri-colony planet specializing in exporting wheat, corn, bourbon, and a few other interesting, unusual commodities. When she took the job, she thought a small station with a tiny population of just over 4,000 people would be quiet compared to her last post.
Boone had barely unpacked her duffle before it all went wrong. She had thought way out here, there would be less death, and she would be able to keep her secrets.
She quickly found this far out on the edge of the universe; the only law was the law you brought with you.
Who could she trust? More accurately…
What could she trust?
Saturday, January 22, 2022
Thursday, January 13, 2022
Wednesday, January 12, 2022
I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed.
Rejections are not all together a bad thing. They teach a writer to rely on his own judgement and to say in his heart of hearts, To hell with you.
There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.
With songwriting I spend a lot of time living life, accruing all these experiences, journaling, and then by the time I get to the studio I'm teeming with the drive to write.
Maybe the hardest thing in writing is simply to tell the truth about things as we see them.
If you write a hundred short stories and they are bad, that doesn’t mean you’ve failed. You fail only if you stop writing.